Date: Sun, 21 Sep 2003 20:52:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Silven Fox
Subject: The Trinity - 5
Disclaimer: I don't own Nsync. I don't know Josh Chasez in real life. This
will be a Josh Chasez centered story. This story is in no way meant to
imply that he is homosexual in real life. This piece of literature is
simply the work of a fan and is pure fiction.
I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, or anything associated with
those shows. They belong to their creator Joss Whedon and whoever else owns
it. This piece of literature is simply the work of a humble fan.
Now that all the disclaimers are out the way, time for the introduction. I
have no idea when I came up with this story. It was a long time ago I know
that. I think I was spacing out, while I was in Anatomy class and that's
when I got the idea to do this.
Now if you have any comments, feedback or you just want to drop a word.
Send them to SilvenFox@yahoo.com
Chapter 5
William sat on the couch in his living room, book in hand. His eyes scanned
the pages of the small book, while he periodically sipped from the small
cup of tea that sat on the wooden coffee table in front of him. Hearing a
creaking sound from behind him, instantly made William go on alert. He
hurriedly stood up, looking around the room intently. William cursed
silently for not having a spare weapon lying about. If someone were truly
in his apartment he would be at a disadvantage. Slowly, William crept down
the hallway.
William barely managed to dodge the swipe of a dagger as he walked out of
the doorway. He jumped back breathing deeply. In front of him were two
black robed figures. He couldn't make out their faces because of the hoods
that covered their heads. Together they charged at him with their curved
silver daggers.
William held up his hand and whispered. "Inflamare."
A small baseball sized ball of fire materialized in his raised palm.
Quickly, he threw it at the closest robed man. The fireball hit the
figure's arm, consuming its whole right arm in flames. The fireball didn't
stop its partner however. William engaged the other man in a hand to hand
fight. William delivered a quick kidney punch, making the figure drop its
dagger as all the air was forcibly knocked from his lungs.
William concentrated on the fallen dagger and it floated steadily into the
air. With all of his power focused on the dagger, William made it rocket
forward through the air. It hit true impaling itself into the robed
figure's heart.
William sighed in relief as the man dropped to the ground lifeless. He
looked to the spot where he last saw the other attacker. He frowned seeing
the area was empty. There was no sign of the other one. William started to
turn around when his body was hit by excruciating pain. Every nerve in his
body felt as if it were on fire. It was a pain he had never felt before in
his entire life.
With all his strength William turned around. The robed man he had hit with
the fireball was standing behind him. His right arm was burned badly and
the hood had fallen from his head, revealing his facial features. He had
runes branded in his flesh where eyes should be, giving him a horrid
appearance. William's eyes widened, recognizing the figure.
One word escaped his lips as he slumped to the ground with a dagger
imbedded in his back. "Harbinger."
JC shoot up in his bed. Sweat dripped from his head and his breath came
raggedly. He clutched his head, remembering the dream or nightmare he just
had.
"William," he whispered, softly.
JC hurriedly got out of bed and got dressed. All the while his mind
wandered to William. He hoped it was just a dream, but for some reason the
overwhelming feeling of wrong-ness overcame him. A small part of him
believed that the dream was real. He had seen those robed men in a dream
before, but he had thought it was just a nightmare.
With no care for the speed limit JC sped down the streets to William's
apartment building. He parked his car in front of the building and sprinted
inside. He approached William's apartment, immediately noticing that the
door was ajar. Cautiously, he slipped inside. He gasped noticing the
disheveled contents of the room. Chairs were tossed over. A glass lamp lay
scattered on the floor and books were strewn along the ground. JC felt his
heart quicken in his chest, fearing the worst for his Watcher. He walked to
the living room stepping over glass and books on the ground.
He eyes searched the room till they landed on William. JC raced to the
older man's still body. "William," he said, worriedly. Quickly, JC wrenched
the dagger from William's back and turned him over. He brought William's
body close to him so William's head lay nestled in his lap.
JC checked for a pulse. It was faint and very slow. JC closed his eyes as
tears made their way down his cheeks. He knew that without a doubt that
William wouldn't make it.
"JC," said a rasping voice.
Startled, JC looked down at William. The dying man blearily opened his
eyes. He looked up at JC his vision dimming in and out. JC tried to smile
but failed horribly.
"Your going to be alright," lied JC.
William shook his head. "No, I'm not." William was overcome with a coughing
fit. Drops of blood appeared on his lips that were slowly losing their
color.
He regained control and continued. "The Bringers were here."
JC opened his mouth to ask who they were, but William hushed him. William
grabbed his hand, gripping it in a vice like grip. JC looked down in
surprise. His hand was getting warmer.
"Take... my... power," said William.
JC gasped as he felt tiny electric bolts go up his arms and infuse his
veins with an unknown power. He threw his head back and his eyes glowed
black briefly before returning to their normal blue. Gasping and wide-eyed
he looked incredulously at William.
"William," called JC, shaking his shoulder. The Watcher stared up at the
ceiling unblinkingly. JC bowed his head and moved his hand to close
William's lifeless eyes.
JC lowered William down to the floor. Next to him lay the dead body of the
Bringer that William had killed. JC stood up glaring at the body. Anger
coursed through him. Why would these Bringers kill William? He didn't pose
a threat to anyone. Anger left JC and he began to feel lost. He didn't know
what he was going to do without William. He was his Watcher and friend.
"I'll find the person responsible for this," JC promised, gazing down
sorrowfully at William's body.
JC went to the closest and pulled out a gym bag. He went around the room
and collected any books that he thought might be useful in his search. He
also took some spellbooks that he knew William kept hidden. If he did give
JC his power, he needed to learn to use it. JC gazed sadly around the
apartment one last time before picking up the bag and leaving.
* * *
JC sat on his bed with books all around him. He had been reading through
the many books for hours, searching for any sign of the Bringers. It would
have gone quicker if he knew which book to start from. JC wished that
William was here to help him, but he knew that he would never see his
Watcher again. JC brushed away a stray tear and continued his search. He
stopped as a sentence caught his eye. He picked up the book and held it
closer.
"For they are the Harbingers of death. Nothing shall grow above or below
them. No seed shall flower, neither in man nor earth," JC read aloud. He
scanned further down, getting to exactly what he needed to know. "The
Harbingers (or Bringers) are demon high priests of The First Evil. They
have runes branded in their flesh where eyes should be, and their presence
kills off life..."
JC stopped reading. It seemed the Bringers were just the little fish. They
were actually working for The First Evil. JC frowned. He had never heard
William mention a First Evil. He flipped through the book till he found the
section he was looking for.
"The First Evil is a non-corporeal entity, neither monster nor demon--as if
the concept of evil took the form of a being. It can take the form of any
dead person, and appear to one person while being invisible to someone
else. The First Evil isn't the most powerful evil; it was just the first.
It had no form and laid in wait until the animal, demons, and man came
along. Through the eons it became more controlling by using the darkness in
man's/demon's minds to do it's biding. Without the evil that dwells in each
of us, then the First Evil would be harmless."
JC shook his head. It was unbelievable. The evil of all evil was actually
trying to take him out. The Bringers must have thought that he was at
William's and that's why they came. They wanted to kill him. JC remembered
back to his first dream he had of the Bringers. They had killed a young
teenage girl. With a start, JC realized what that girl was. She must have
been a potential Slayer.
"How could I have been so stupid," JC muttered. It was so simple. William
had covered potential Slayers in one of their lessons. The First Evil's
plan was glaringly obvious. It wanted to take out every single potential
Slayer and Watcher then kill the Slayers. If it was after him then that
meant it must have killed off the potentials.
"Where the fuck is the Council?" JC blurted out. If there were some big
evil after the whole Slayer line, it would make sense that the Council
would be all over it.
JC wanted to get some answers. The Watchers Council was supposed to keep
them informed about this sort of thing. Why didn't William or JC know that
they were in danger? The Council should have told them so. JC reached for
his phone beside his bed and dialed the number to the Watchers Council.
William had put the number in JC's phone saying one day he might need it.
"Thanks William," JC said softly to himself.
JC dialed the number over and over and each time he got an out of service
message. "Fuck!" exclaimed JC, throwing the phone down.
"They must have gotten the Council," realized JC. It made sense. If the
First Evil wanted to wage war against the Slayer line then the strategic
thing to do would be to take out the Council.
JC knew he couldn't stay here. The Bringers were still after him. They
would surely come back after him. He knew what he needed to do. JC picked
up the phone and dialed Lance's number. It was early morning and Lance
always woke up at the crack of dawn.
"Hello," said Lance.
"Hey, Lance. Its me."
"Hey, Josh," said Lance. "Is something wrong? You sound funny."
Josh smiled. Lance was always concerned. That was what made him such a good
friend. "No, I'm fine Lance. Listen I'm going out of town for a while. I
need to see a friend. They're in trouble and they need my help. So if you
or the guys need me just call my cell."
"Is it serious?" asked Lance, worried.
JC bit his lip. He really didn't want to lie, but he knew that he had to.
"No, not really."
"Well call me if you need me."
"I will. Bye, Lance."
"Bye, Josh."
He hung up the phone and went to his closet. There was one place he knew
where he was needed. He picked up the phone and dialed the number to the
airport. "Hello, I need a flight to Los Angeles, California. First class,
please."
After he made the arrangements he hung up the phone. From LA he would drive
to Sunnydale. The town was too small to have its own airport and LA was the
closest city that had one. If there was one person who needed him right now
it was Buffy Summers. He and William had talked about Slayers constantly in
their lessons. Buffy was always JC's favorite. She was one of the oldest
and most experienced Slayers in history. Since Sunnydale was on top of a
Hellmouth, there was no telling what kind of havoc the First had wreaked on
the town already.
JC packed his bags and made arrangements over the phone to let people know
he wouldn't be available. Once he was finished, JC opened one of William's
spellbooks. He needed to do a spell to prevent people from recognizing him.
He scanned the contents of the book till he found a suitable spell. It
wouldn't change his face only make people unable to connect him to JC of
Nsync. They wouldn't figure it out even if he were standing in front of a
poster of himself. Only when he told a person that he was in Nsync would
the spell not work on them anymore. He concentrated on his task and focused
his will into making the spell work. Slowly, he read the words on the page.
"Let the object of
Affection become but
A dream as I cause
My face to go unseen
And not make a scene."
There was a tingling sensation that spread through his body for a moment
then stopped. JC looked in the mirror in his bathroom and was happy to see
that his face hadn't changed. The test would be to walk out in public
without getting recognized.
* * *
JC stepped out of his rental car and surveyed the sign he parked next to.
The words `Welcome to Sunnydale' were displayed in big bold font. JC turned
and watched the sunset. Soon all the things that go bump in the night would
be out full force. His spell that he worked a few days ago had worked
perfectly and so far nobody had even batted an eye in his direction. JC got
back in his silver BMW and drove into the town. He didn't have Buffy's
address, but he knew where he could find her. If a Slayer lived in a place
that attracted demons like the Viper Club attracted stars then she would
surely be out patrolling. The moon and stars had come out as JC drove to
the location where he knew he could find Buffy. The cemetery.
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JC will meet Buffy and the whole Scooby gang next time. I will try and get
the next chapter up soon. School just came back with a vengeance and I'm
trying to balance my time. I know all of you are anxious for the big
meeting so I'll try to have it up as quick as I can.
Now if you have any comments, feedback or you just want to drop a word.
Send them to SilvenFox@yahoo.com